Wither by Miquel Romeo Lyrics
Verse:
Battling my thoughts, meddling in feelings. I'm falling apart, cuz my soul's not healing. I'm stuck in the dark. Think my mind's a demon. Nightmares came to life. Wish I was still dreaming
Pre-Chorus:
There's a roadmap in mind but I'm running out of time to find my way to you and all I've got
Chorus:
Is a pocket full of cigarettes and alcohol in my veins, I've got a lighter without fluid and a life that's going down the drain. If only clouds weren't grey all the time and someone stopped the rain. I would be okay, but I'm withering away
Verse:
Can you pull me out? I am stuck in quick sand. Wait don't come to close, cuz if you take my hand, I might pull you in. Then we'd drown together. So just leave me here. Don't think I still matter
Pre-chorus:
I'm looking at the nooses 'round the branches of the trees. Could they pull me out? I think not. All I've got
Chorus:
Is a pocket full of cigarettes and alcohol in my veins, I've got a lighter without fluid and a life that's going down the drain. If only clouds weren't grey all the time and someone stopped the rain. I would be okay, but I'm withering away
Battling my thoughts, meddling in feelings. I'm falling apart, cuz my soul's not healing. I'm stuck in the dark. Think my mind's a demon. Nightmares came to life. Wish I was still dreaming
Pre-Chorus:
There's a roadmap in mind but I'm running out of time to find my way to you and all I've got
Chorus:
Is a pocket full of cigarettes and alcohol in my veins, I've got a lighter without fluid and a life that's going down the drain. If only clouds weren't grey all the time and someone stopped the rain. I would be okay, but I'm withering away
Verse:
Can you pull me out? I am stuck in quick sand. Wait don't come to close, cuz if you take my hand, I might pull you in. Then we'd drown together. So just leave me here. Don't think I still matter
Pre-chorus:
I'm looking at the nooses 'round the branches of the trees. Could they pull me out? I think not. All I've got
Chorus:
Is a pocket full of cigarettes and alcohol in my veins, I've got a lighter without fluid and a life that's going down the drain. If only clouds weren't grey all the time and someone stopped the rain. I would be okay, but I'm withering away